Only if you were like my grandfather, who lived to be 100 and was healthy and had his wits about him until the day he died. After my grandmother died when he was 82, he lived alone in an apartment in Brooklyn for the next 18 years. A housekeeper came a few hours a day to clean up and do laundry and some relatives who lived nearby would stop in every day to see if he needed anything. He was never in a hospital for a single day until he was 96 when he had a pacemaker put in. Living to 100 as a slobbering vegetable in a wheelchair in some nursing home is a living hell.

Only if you were like my grandfather, who lived to be 100 and was healthy and had his wits about him until the day he died. After my grandmother died when he was 82, he lived alone in an apartment in Brooklyn for the next 18 years. A housekeeper came a few hours a day to clean up and do laundry and some relatives who lived nearby would stop in every day to see if he needed anything. He was never in a hospital for a single day until he was 96 when he had a pacemaker put in. Living to 100 as a slobbering vegetable in a wheelchair in some nursing home is a living hell.

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My dad says if he starts to go south like my grandfather, he wants one in the back of the skull. Can't say I blame him ...